God help me. I shouldn't like this short disc, it's not at all my usual cuppa, but have to admit to being a sucker for those rare uber-pop releases that know what they're doing. The promo lit claims Redcast harks back to the days of the Turtles, Monkees, and similar ensembles, and it's true. I loved those bastards, along with Herman's Hermits and ilk, and this band is full-on reminiscent of such syrupy finger-snapping days. A trio, they have their act together, blowing out the door most of what cats like Voudoris & Kahne or Tuffano & Giammerese were feebly trying for many years ago. Precious, naive, witty, upbeat, and fully steeped in the period it worships, Redcast shows what it takes to keep one's musical virginity and still be seductive. There's no way these boys, one of whom is 17, aren't going to make it if they can just survive the fetid swamp we call the mainstream. The Redcast EP is too good to remain in the indies, though it's a perfect fit, and if you want to glom an aspect of retro almost never covered, here it is.
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